I've been busy for some time unpacking books and shelving them and am up to unpacking some of the stuff my sister sent down after she had gone through mum's stuff. I'm sorry to say that some of it I haven't seen before, some I have no sentimental attachement to. I wonder if passing it on was all she could do herself at the time. Now I have to get rid of quite a bit.
So there hasn't been much knitting. I haven't had a lot of time to spare and constant unpacking heavy books and throwing out bags of rubbish strained my right wrist, so little knitting. I'm up to the colour change, doing the middle section of Catkin shawl but haven't touched it for the best part of a week. I think I'll make myself a drink when finished here and peruse the next section of pattern carefully. When I printed it out, I had a quick glance and found it confusing, but I was tired at the time and would go no further. Perhaps I've learnt that lesson finally.
The box before my latest delivery had eggplant on the list. I really like eggplant. It was missing, so I rang the business, thinking it may have been an oversight. No, not an oversight. He didn't consider the quality at the markets to be up to his standard and had substituted other things. However, he made a note and this time around there was a really beautiful one in the box, although it wasn't listed as a general ingredient for the week.
This is the start of eggplant salad. Chopped eggplant, fried in oil and draining on paper.
what I had preserved a few weeks ago. I tasted a piece last week and ate a whole piece which I enjoyed, although rinsing would have removed some of the extra salt on it. As you can see, I haven't been too fussy about getting rid of the lemon flesh. I enjoy it and will eat it.
It's hard to make food for just one person, but I'm gradually getting a balance. I don't mind leftovers, but I don't want huge amounts of them and I'd like to be able to freeze some, rather than eating the same food for several days.
She said there was still too much colour in brows and general complexion but has now decided it's time. For my birthday she put in lots of blonde foils. I've had loads of compliments about it so she's repeated it. While I was never truly blonde, I was not dark brunette either. This suits me and actually has made me look years younger. I've not been really well for about three months, not really sick, but not right. It's taken a toll and this colour has given me a lift. I still look twice when I see myself in the mirror. It's different but in a good way.
Youngest grandchild was amusing. He'd been in the bush earlier in the week and picked up a tick somehow. It had lodged over his spine and my son took him to the doctor to get it out as it was very firmly embedded. He proudly showed me the little critter which the doctor had given him in a specimen jar. There were no problems and it's healed well.
He also asked me if I would like to hear his SPEECH. His emphasis. As he had speech therapy for a year before he started school, this was to be encouraged. He's also shy, so it was confidence building for him. He had fourteen pieces of paper, numbered and in order. All about his old cat and the two new kittens. Apparently it went down well with his classmates and he was happy. He stood up and basically read from his cue cards, accompanied by a few giggles. School and speech therapy have been good for him. Now he can make himself understood, he's not frustrated any more.